Beautiful Agony

Beautiful Agony

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


He took me away from everything. He made me feel. He made me love. He hurt me in a way that was acceptable. He swept me off my feet. He loved me. I loved him.


He took me away from everything. He made me feel. He made me love. He hurt me in a way that was acceptable. He swept me off my feet. He loved me. I loved him.

Chapter5 (v.1) - The Benefit

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 06, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 06, 2014



These public events always make me nervous. People tell me I’m likeable and I can always hold a good conversation even if I’m anxious out of mind. Tristan and I idly chat throughout the drive. As we pull into the valet I pull out my compact mirror and check my face nervously. I mentally remind myself to keep proper posture annunciate my words and smile. Tristan opens the door for me and we link arms.

“You okay?” He whispers for my ears only.

“I’m alright.” I murmur as I look to the ground

He tilts my head up and places a chaste kiss on my lips. A few people take our picture as we walk into the hotel ballroom. I tense. I’m not much for pictures I have never been. Tristan noticed.

“You’re gorgeous” he says

We manage to have a few conversations with some of the attendees. They ask Tristan and I questions. He is graduating this year, and I’m a scholarship student so we are a pair to talk to. I chatter about my phycology research project and dive into my abundance of complex words. They always seem to impress the donors. The school says these sort of things are good for networking. I can’t seem to focus very well though because all I can think about is Tristan’s hand on my lower back.  He keeps it fairly PG because we are surrounded by respectable adults, but he still makes my breathing quicken. The rest of the night drags on and I graze the buffet of food. I excuse myself to the bathroom and I notice Tristan follow me. As soon as we get through the bathroom door he back me against the door and crushes his mouth with mine.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that all night. That dress. Those shoes. Your hair. Are you trying to kill me?” Tristan says impatiently

“You picked it out.” I say with a smirk

“That I did.”

He pulls my mouth back to his and slips his tongue across my bottom lip. His fingers slide my dress up my hips. I wrap my leg around his hip and push him closer to me. I run my hands down his suit jacket. There is a knock on the door. Fuck. What were we doing?

Tristan steps back and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Fuck. We shouldn’t be in here. I’ve got a room upstairs, you ready to go?”

A room upstairs. Did that mean we were going to..? I really want to.  I just stupidly nodded my head. I didn’t think I could speak. He pulled my dress down my thighs and brushed my hair back from my face.

“I’ll go out first, meet me by the elevator.” He places a kiss on the corner of my mouth and walks out of the bathroom. We really shouldn’t have done that, anyone could have seen and I have a feeling that wouldn’t be good for ‘networking’. I walk over to the vanity and check my hair in the mirror. Elevator. You’re supposed to meet Tristan at the elevator. Breathe. I open the bathroom door. No one had seen. Thank god. I walk on my unsteady feet toward the elevators. I see him waiting for me. Walk Lexus. One foot in front of the other. Tristan slipped the card into the elevator slot and pressed 26. He and I say nothing the ride up to our floor. I didn’t think he would have gotten a room. But what did I know. It’s not like he didn’t have a thousand dollars to spend on a hotel room. It’s sweet that he would. Right? We step out onto the floor there were two doors. He holds the door open and I walk inside. Oh. My. God. There’s a view of all of Tampa. I look around the room. The design is immaculate. Jesus Christ it’s massive who needs this much space? Tristan notices my bewildered look.

“I wanted to make it special. You’re special.”

I blush. I’m going to lose my virginity tonight and I’m perfectly okay with it. Okay fine I really fucking want to. I’m having a hard time thinking.

“Do you want anything to drink?” he asks

I decide I need something to take the edge off. I can’t help but be nervous. I nod my head. I notice a bottle of Cristal on the coffee table. I idly think about how the fact we are both underage and wonder how he got that in here. The thought escapes my mind. He opens it with ease. A skill I have never mastered. I toss back the class of bubbly. Yum. My heart is beating so fast I can feel it against my chest. I could really use more to drink, but I don’t want to hinder this experience. I step out of my stilettos. I run my hands through my hair to loosen my curls and unclasp my black diamond necklace and earrings. I walk into the bedroom and place them on the side table.  It’s completely silent. I honestly don’t know what I’m supposed to say. Should I say something? I reach around to unzip my dress. That’s what I should do right? I don’t have time to because Tristan backs me up against the wall.

“That’s my job.” He whispers. Hello Mr. Dominant I think I like him.

He nibbles my shoulder as he unzips my dress. His mouth drops open as I step out of the dress.

“If I had known that’s what you were wearing underneath I would have ripped you out of that dress ages ago.”

I can’t help but laugh. He steps back and his eyes take in my lingerie. Black lace never fails me. Without my heels on my head hits just below his shoulder. We are a perfect fit. We both stand there staring at each other and breathing heavily. I know he wants to make sure I want this. I grab a fistful of his shirt and start unbuttoning it and undoing his tie. I run my nails down his chest. I can feel every hardened muscle. I really am inadequate. Tristan seems to always be able to tell when my insecurities hit me because he picks me up and caries me to the bed. The fluffy duvet almost swallows me and I chuckle nervously. Tristan slips of his shoes and climbs on to the bed. He kisses my ankle and starts to work his way up to my inner thigh. I pull him up to my mouth and nibble his bottom lip and then caress his tongue with mine. I role over so I’m on top of him. I straddle him and bring my mouth back to his. His hand slips up and pops my bra clasp. It falls off my lithe shoulders and I toss it to the floor. Before I can make another more Tristan has me flipped with my back against the bed. He licks and kisses my neck and shoulder.

“Tristan please” I moan as I arch my back. He moves down and brings my hardened nipple into his mouth. I writhe underneath him. He moves to my other breast. I can feel his hand move down to my panties. His hand lightly brushes his hand over my hot spot. He roles my panties down my ankles and kicks them off with his foot. He looks up at me as he slides his hand through my slick folds. His eyes are full of intensity and want.

“Fuck you’re so wet” he mumbles

God I love when he talks like that. He continues his torture on my breasts and he circles his finger over my clit. I toss my head back and press into the pillow. I can hear how wet I am as he plays between my legs. He slides finger inside me.

“Ahh. God. Please.” I cry as I shake beneath him and try to reach for his pants. Since when did I become an insatiable horny teenager?

“Shh. I want to make sure you’re ready. I don’t want to hurt you.” He coos.

I silently thank him. I’ve heard from Kenna that your first time can be slightly uncomfortable. But I believe the words she used was ‘Hurts like a bitch’. I have a high tolerance for pain so I never thought that would be a problem.

I can feel the pressure in my lower belly building as he rotates his finger inside me and he rubs my clit. I toss my head back in forth.

“Fuck… I’m going to come” I scream

I swear his hands are magic. I have no clue how he can make me come so fast.

“Come for me Lexus” Tristan coaxes

I shake and cry his name as I come. I can hear him rustle with his pants. I slowly unclench my eyes to see him naked.

“You’re so beautiful.” he compliments as he kisses my nose.

“Mhm” is my only response.

“You sure your ready Lex?” he asks. I know what he’s asking. I always said I would wait until I had a boyfriend that I truly cared about. I do now, so what is there to wait for.

“Yes” I respond in a husky voice I don’t recognize as mine. He places a chaste kiss on my lips.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?” he asks. Crap. What should I say to that? I’m on the pill so I won’t get pregnant and he knows that. But I definitely don’t want an STD. I look up to the beautifully painted ceiling.

“Hey. I’ve never gone without one, I’m clean.” He whispers answering my silent question.

“Okay. You don’t have to wear one.” I stammer. For some reason I just feel like I can trust him.

As I look down I distantly wonder how the hell that will fit inside me. He pushes my legs farther open with his knees and hold himself up on his arms above me. I can feel his hardened cock press against my entrance. I moan in pleasure. He slowly slides in until he presses against my barrier.

“You ready?” he asks softly as he looks into my widened eyes.

I nod my head.

He rocks his hips in one swift thrust.

“Arrgh!” I cry in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He stills inside me and I can see his muscles contracting in control and I can hear his breathing picking up.

“You’re really tight. God. You alright?” I nod my head and gaze at him through my glassy eyes. I feel so full it’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before. It takes a minute for the burning to subside. I honestly don’t mind it though.

“I’m going to move now sweet Lex” he breaths against my neck his voice tense. He eases back and forth with controlled gentleness. I moan and press my head back. He lets out a low husky groan. Jesus Christ that’s hot. The pain is completely gone now. He gently rocks back it forth. It feels good.

“Harder” I plea

He speeds up and my hips meet his. I can feel his weight gently holding me down. I cry in pleasure.

“God you feel so good.” He murmurs as he continues picking up his speed. I contract my vaginal muscles. Ha. That’s a trick I know he’ll like. You learn a few things when you have friends like Kenna.

“Christ Lexus” he groans. I cry out his name as he pounds against me in a relentless rhythm. It felt good before but this feels exquisite. I involuntarily arch my back in pleasure. It causes him to go deeper.

“Ahh fuck” I moan.

I continue to meet his thrusts with my hips. I toss my head back and forth trying to contain the pleasure. He pulls almost completely out and then thrusts in deep and lightly circles his hips.

“Oh my god!” I scream. This new move caused him to rub the wondrous spot deep inside me. Holy fuck he knows what he’s doing. He brings his head down and captures my mouth in a ravenous kiss. I kiss him back with fever. I can feel the muscles in my belly I tighten and I contract my vaginal muscles again.

“Fuck Lexus” he groans

My body starts to quiver beneath his. I know I’m going to come. He circles his hips again, and I cry his name as I explode and come apart beneath him. He thrusts once more prolonging my orgasm and I can feel him still as comes thrusting hard and calling my name. I keep having to remind myself to breathe. We lay like that with him slowly softening inside me. He presses a kiss to my temple. Dear god I think I’m falling in love with him. Is this what that feels like? Before I can really contemplate what I’m feeling he slowly pulls out of me. Both of our breathing is raged and we both lay next to each other silent for a while. Was it good for him? I hope so. It certainly was for me. He sits up and pulls down the duvet and picks me up like I weigh nothing and slides us underneath as I lay my head against his chest. He kisses my collar bone gently.

“Did I hurt you? You okay?” he asks breathlessly

To be honest it did hurt a bit, but it felt amazing and as fucked up as I am I liked the pain. It added to the pleasure.

“You didn’t hurt me, I’m the one that told you to go harder. And to answer your second question I’m fucking fabulous.” I say with a smile.

“I just wanted to make sure it was okay for you. You are so tight. God that was amazing.”

It was amazing for him?

“Amazing doesn’t even begin to cover it” I say as I burrow my head against his chest.

“I would agree on that one.” He says with a chuckle.

I nod and we lay like that for a while. I’m not sure I can move.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up” he suggests as he pulls back the covers.

I slide out of bed and wince in pain. Okay I’m definitely going to be sore. Tristan notices my wince

He shakes his head.

“Stop that, I’m fine. I’m more than fine.” I say with candor.

He hops out of bed and scoops me up into his arms and caries me into the bathroom. I realize as he sets me down on the bathroom counter that I’m still naked. I can’t help but feel self- conscious. Yes I know we were just had sex and he has touched and seen all of me, but I still want to cover myself. I reach for a towel and wrap it around me. I hear Tristan turn on the marble claw bathtub. He walks up to me and places a kiss on my cheekbone as he reaches for a washcloth. He wets the wash cloth and untucks my towel so it falls from my body and I’m naked and vulnerable again. I tense.

“I’m just going to clean you up. Okay?” He says as he looks at me with his piercing stare.

I nod my head. What does clean me up mean? My question is answered as he slides the washcloth between my legs and drops to his knees. Fuck. This is personal. I look down to see him gently cleaning between my folds. I notice my blood mixed with both our fluids on the washcloth. I recoil with embarrassment. I knew I might bleed it was sort of a given. It’s kinda hot he’s that he came inside me. Or at least it is to me.

“I was too rough, I wanted to be gentler with you for your first time” He murmurs with a sigh.

“You were just how I wanted you, I’m fine.” I reassure him. It’s cute he’s worried about me, the fact that he cares. People don’t usually do that.

He throws the washcloth to the floor, and kisses my temple as he picks me up and carefully slides me into the massive bathtub. I wince as the water burns slightly, not from the temperature. My muscles being sore is something I’m familiar with after a long and strenuous dance class or a difficult jumping course with on my horse (who I don’t have anymore). Tristan slides into the tub behind me. I drop my head against his shoulder and look into his eyes.

“You’re so sweet” he coos

I turn my head to kiss him he’s tentative at first but then he starts to kiss me back. I moan. I notice him harden against my ass. I want him. How the hell can I be horny again? Didn’t I just come twice? I pull back and burry my face in my hands as I bite my lip. I’m always biting something whether it be my nails, lip, lollipop or tongue. And yes you heard that right. Tongue.  Although I prefer a lollipop. The physiologist in me knows it’s from anxiety. I always psychoanalyze myself. 

Tristan reaches for the soap bar.

“Can I wash you?” he asks

“Mhm” I say as I nod

He runs the soap lovingly over my breasts and stomach. When I’m washed to his standards he pulls me out of the tub and dries me off. I kiss his shoulder as I saunter out of the bathroom to leave him to dry off. I’m not sure exactly what I’m supposed to do but I want to cover myself. I pick up my bra and panties from the pile beside the bed. One I’ve wriggled myself into them, I stretch my hands above my head. I never knew sex could be a workout. I haven’t been to ballet class in while, the doctor says I need to be careful not to strain my knee too much. I’ve got a tumor in my knee, and a sprained ligament. Although the tumors benign it hurts like hell if I stretch it the wrong way. There isn’t anything the doctors can do about it. Unless I’m doing an advanced class en pointe it never really bothers me. It does crack whenever I bend it though. I bend down and touch my head to my knees and let my hands drag the floor. Pop goes my knee. It doesn’t hurt but it sounds awful. I hear a cough in the doorway. I flip around to see Tristan leaning up against the wall.

“That was definitely a nice view.” He smirks

I laugh, realizing my ass was up in the air. I’m always stretching, it’s just a habit.

“What was that noise?” he asks. Great he heard the pop. I guess I’ve got to explain it to him now. He knows I used to do ballet but I never told him why I stopped, or that I was good enough to be accepted to The Royal Ballet Academy. I inhale and exhale, grab him and drag him to the sofa. This will be a long conversation. I relay the whole experience with my knee and explain why I had to stop dancing. I don’t tell him about The Academy though, I don’t tell anyone. He seems genuinely interested in what happened. I don’t go too far in detail because I honestly don’t like speaking about it.

“I’m so sorry baby” he says as he pulls me onto his lap. He’s just got a towel around him and I’m just in my bra and knickers. He doesn’t make a move though he just holds me against him. I’ve never had that before. I think he really cares about me. I end up calling my mom and make an excuse that I’m staying at Kenna’s. She will always back me up, not that she would need to because my mom trusts me. I don’t like deceiving her but I want to be with Tristan. He spent a while trying to convince me to stay. We order room service as I am quite hungry. We laugh eat and talk. It’s wonderful. I remove as much of my eye makeup I can with the soap in the bathroom, and cuddle up in bed next to Tristan. We sleep.

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